Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.